I can't believe how long it's been since I've updated. I thought I had completely given up on it until some recent reviews came in that made me want to post again. This is a very short chapter but I hope you enjoy and review. I will try to update soon!

After re-reading her newest entry for what was probably the twentieth time, Scully finally started to feel her heart rate return to normal. She knew this memory to be true. This was the beginning of what caused her to loose her memory and begin living the lies she was told was her life. She analyzed every word she had written down. If she was given a high dose hallucinogen and forced to watch subliminal messages over a long enough course of time it would make sense that she would believe any lie she was told. This life of hers could have been a story that was repeated to her over and over again until she finally forgot her past took these lies as truth.

What to do now with this information was the big question. She no longer trusted anyone other than Mulder and Skinner but it wasn't like she could just call them and and talk about this. She was getting tired of waiting for someone else to make the next move for her. She wanted to take control, regain her memories and move on with her life. Whatever that meant exactly.

That was it. She couldn't take it another moment, sitting in her house waiting for a phone call that may never come. Contacting her travel agency she booked the next flight to Aruba. All the plans were already made even though she never thought she would actually use them. She would call Mulder on her way to the airport and if he answered she would tell him how she needed to leave now and would wait for him in Aruba or await word of where to meet him. Even though she would prefer not to go somewhere that can be traced she needed to leave this house. For all she knew Skinner was right and her home was bugged and she was being watched every second of every day. Once she got to Aruba she could make different travel plans. Try to go somewhere off the grid.

All of her packed bags were in her car. Scanning her apartment to see if she missed anything important she realized how little she would miss this life if she never returned to it and she knew that was a great possibility. Putting her seatbelt on, knowing she was doing the right thing, she saw Charles step out of his house watching her. How was it he was always outside when she was coming or going? With not another thought she took her foot off her break and headed in the direction of the airport.

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Her flight wouldn't depart for another 12 hours but she'd rather be sitting in an airport than in that house for another second. The drive was more then 45 minuets away and her anxiety was starting to increase. For the sixth time she pulled out one of the phones Mulder gave her that night in the hotel room and finally decided to press send on Mulder's name.

"Scully, thank God your alright. Where are you?", Mulder sounded as anxious as she felt. "I'm driving right now, on my way to the airport. Whats wrong?" Scully couldn't believe it was possible to feel any more nervous than she was thirty seconds ago but she was wrong.

"I just got off the phone with Skinner. He said your house was on the news. Your house exploded Scully! Their claiming that there was some type of gas leak and you were in the house at the time. They've determined you dead! Do not go to the airport Scully. I think this is an elaborate plan to start over from the beginning again. Who ever has done this to us must have realized your regaining your memories. Don't be upset at this but I put a locator on your phone. Find somewhere safe and secluded. I'll meet you there."

The line went dead.